Does anyone have worse luck with my laptop than I do? I’m not sure. I returned to L.A. after a much needed winter break in Chennai to a laptop with a few very crucial keys out of commission. Not the best news for a writer. I am typing on an external keyboard at the moment, clunky, but I’ll take what I can get.
The new semester has started off with a heady rush, with my first play- not just a reading or a monologue- being staged at USC, at the Drama Club’s 9×9 Play Festival this past weekend. ‘Piglet’- a ten-minute prequel to Hamlet, directed by the delightful rising star Nathan Singh. We got to pick our cast last semester, and I couldn’t have been happier with the actors. Overall the festival went well, and my main take-away was the importance of simplicity. Actually having my play produced reminded me of how much the actors bring to your words, how much the production as an organism tends to crowd out what you write, and the best way to get your story through to the audience is to keep it as simple as possible. I cut the play down from 13 minutes to 9 on tech night, and I probably could have cut more if we’d had the time to re-rehearse.
And when I first wrote the script two weeks ago, I thought I couldn’t cut a single word. Ha. 🙂
For Meiling Cheng’s class (on Thursdays), we were assigned to create a piece within class that contained animal imagery, a desired space, and a recurrent dream. This piece was supposed to represent our self-identity. Here’s what I came up with:
Why do you expect me to hiss? I don’t. I won’t. Just because you heard one of usss talking like thissss, now you expect all of us to? That’s just species-ist.
Your grandmother found me in the toilet last week and screamed. Ha! I’m sorry. SHE screamed, when I was the one looking up at her hairy wrinkled anus descending upon the toilet seat.
And so now I’m here. But I know they’re looking for me. I can hear them. Thud, thud, thud. Shaking the earth. Pummeling it.
I feel the tremors in my sleep. No sound. No pictures. I just dream in tremors.
Don’t say that. Don’t tell me to go back where I belong. I thought this was it- but it’s not. It’s changed.
Or maybe I have.
Either way. I can’t go home. So I’ll just stay here for a while. It’s okay. I’ll be quiet.